This Woman Needs To Get Her Feet Wet Again
This Woman Needs To Get Her Feet Wet Again
Dearest diary in the land
When, when ... will I find my man
Since my husbands died
I've since been denied
His longing desires
And heated fires
His giving warmth
Love rising to the north
His loving eyes
And ecstasy cries
Baby I miss him so much
Rising together, blissfully, in bunches
With his eternal flame
Taking reins
Like a horse whisperer
Taming me dipper
He was the best
Than the rest
Who cares about cliches
It's my cache
Last year at this time
We were in our prime
We were so in love
Like two little doves
Then it happened
We were saddened
God took him away
To our dismay
I now ask
With respect to the past
When will I find my man
My baby would want me to start over again
To get my feet wet
With no regrets
Not to be gladden
But freeing myself from being saddened
Yes he certainly would
Unbinding me from being driftwood
Lonely and vacant
Unloved and forsaken
He would want my days to feel chipper
With a man's whisper
connie pachecho
12/27/16
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